Being in a band wasn't all cherries and sunshine, but it wasn't all bad either. It meant you had to get along with your bandmates, especially since you lived with them. You have to know each others' differences and know how to except them. But at the same time, you were never alone. Whether that was an up or down is up to the person. The cost of living was split between the members, which made it much easier to afford a decent sized house.
Their house was four bedroom, three full bathroom. They had the basement transformed into their music room, and Dylan's bedroom. There were a couple dividers up to separate his area from the common area, but they were fairly thin. The guy slept like a rock, so getting individual practice was pretty easy while he was still asleep. Unless you played the drums. The whole 'don't come in if there's a sock on the doorknob' rule also applied.
The garage had also been transformed into living space. It was possibly the biggest bedroom in the house, but the insulation sucked. It was hot in the summer, cold in the winter. The rest of the house was divided up pretty evenly. The living room had a TV, a couple couches, and a coffee table. The kitchen had all workable appliances, the backyard had a cheap above ground pool, and the dining room had the only table big enough for everyone to sit at all at once.
At the moment, Dylan found himself sitting on the back porch, working on a new song that had popped into his head an hour ago. Most of his songs were like him: slow, lazy, and laid back.
Ronan kicked the covers off her body, face red and sweat dripping down her face. This room was ridiculously hot. She rose from her position, staring at her tattooed hands with slight drowsiness, and a sudden pain spiked in her head and stomach. Looking around her room, she noticed many half-empty beer bottles. Ah, right, she had gotten super drunk last night. Ah, whatever, what’s done is done. She slowly got out of the messy bed, ruffling her already messy hair. Greasy, everything felt dirty and unbearable. She needed a shower. There was a lack of screaming and talking from outside her closed door, which was probably a good thing, and peeking out she failed to see anyone of interest or anyone who would give her a hard time about wearing such loose and revealing night clothes. She quietly exited her room, holding in her arm a small pile of clothes and a towel. From out here, she could hear the soft strumming of a guitar and she wondered quietly if it was that kid, Dylan, but she was not curious enough to go find out. In quiet a succession of footsteps she made her way to the closest bathroom, slipped inside and locked the door.
The bathroom wasn’t the cleanest, but at least it was usable. She chucked the pile of clothes and towels onto the sink counter, stripped, and stepped into the shower. The water was, at first, freezing cold, and she quickly backed away from the stream of water as soon as it made contact with the back of her neck. Ronan waited a moment, staring at the water with narrowed eyes before slipping back in. It was still cold, but that was good, it made her head feel better. She stood in that shower for about ten minutes, letting the cool water clear her head and washing the feeling of sweat off. Eventually she turned the shower head off and stepped out of the shower, pulling the towel out from under her clothes. After drying off and changing into a simple, loose tank top and baggy shorts she exited the bathroom and strolled quietly towards the lounge, collapsing onto the love seat. The faint strumming of a guitar was the only noise Ronan bothered to listen too. It was nice, and made her sleepy, but she couldn’t afford to go back to bed, especially in the open surrounded by people who could easily find enjoyment with drawing on her face or… Whatever.
She sat up again, turning to stare out the window that was above the couch. What time was it, anyway? The sun was out, so perhaps late morning, early afternoon. Ronan sighed, leaning on the arm of the love seat, staring at her hand again. The tattoos on her arm and hand swirled and displayed beautiful and gruesome pictures, most involving a certain symbolism that Ronan enjoyed to think about. Symbolism was beautiful in her mind’s eye, whether it being vague or obvious, it was a nice thing that kept her mind thinking. Speaking of symbolism, what was the symbolism behind the name of the band she was in, Vagabond? That word literally meant wanderer, or beggar, or tramp. Was it a reference to their music, or maybe their pasts? She lowered her head in thought for a moment, but after a sudden headache spike, she gave up and fell back onto the love seat, holding her head and trashing a bit. Stupid hangovers. She felt sick but hungry, and her head was heavy and hurt like a bitch. Ronan covered her eyes with her arm, giving a ragged sigh. Now, there was something important happening in a week, right? Something about the band, a tour maybe? Remembering was actually a bit difficult, so she decided to forget about it for the time being, thinking about the day ahead instead. What would this day hold for this band of little addicts? She smiled a bit, and closed her eyes, listening silently to the faint guitar once more.
Yuuki was already up before anyone else was. Simply because he wasn't an idiot and got super mega drunk last night. Sure it was awesome getting a record deal and tour but man he had to look after them all so they wouldn't get arrested for streaking in public or something possibly even stupider. How charming that would've been. Despite it all he liked being in the band. It was fun, everyone here had some strange perks, him included. Summer had come by once again, the perfect time for ice-cream.
Actually, ice-cream was perfect all year round. Ice-cream... So now Yuuki was at the fridge choosing a flavor of the frozen treat. Normally he would pick whatever right away, but when it came to ice-cream, it was a different story. There was a myriad of flavors, from vanilla to blueberry to even cookies and cream. Taking his precious time on deciding, he just took out the watermelon flavor. Grabbing a spoon from the kitchen. He also had to remember to clean the house later. Opening the tub up and digging his spoon in the small creamy milk treat, he then put in his mouth. He then walked to his room, surprisingly the cleanest out of all of them.
Taking off his shirt, since it was so damn hot he grabbed a black notebook with the title "Songs." in a scratchy writing from his drawer. Grabbing a an aqua blue mechanical pencil, he then started put the pencil on the page. Putting another scoop of ice-cream in his mouth, with some dripping on the corner of his lips he then started to draw the band. They were on a huge stage, lights and surround by so many fans. Everyone had a smile on their face. He loed drawing them, sure they were idiots but they were his idiots.
If you went in the room, the only thing you could hear is the most faintest pencil scatch on a sheet of art paper.
Fall and spring were the only times of the year that living in the garage was okay. Summer it was way too hot, to the point where Jake has chosen to crash on the couch rather than sleep in his own bed. When winter came around, you needed at least two blankets and a hoodie to be even remotely warm enough. Again, Jake ended up on the couch quite often during winter. Fall and spring though, other than the days where the temperature would jumped to the more extreme end of the thermometer, were perfect for living in the garage. Fortunately for Jake, it was currently fall, so he was sound asleep in is nice, comfy bed. That was, until he died in the dream he had been having and woke up rather suddenly. His heart was pounding, but the blond soon figured out that nothing had actually happened to him. So, he fell unceremoniously back on to the bed and just let the fact that he was now awake sink in.
Jake actually considered falling back asleep. As soon as he attempted it though realized that we was far too awake to do anything of the sort. So, he made himself get out of bed. He threw on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, not all that concerned about his appearance considering it was only his band mates that he was going to be around and they certainly weren't going to look very impressive after the night of drinking. He had a bit of the headache, but never really being one for getting hangovers in the first place, that was about it. Nothing that an Advil or two wouldn't take care of. He ran a comb through his hair before going to see who else was up though. After all, hedid have his pretty boy image to maintain.
As he walked into the main house, Jake could hear Dylan playing something outside. It was calming, a rather nice start to the morning in his opinion. Making his way to the living room, he saw Ronan sitting on the loveseat. Taking a seat on the couch, he decided to try and strike up a conversation. "So, how's it going this lovely morning?" In the back of his mind, something was telling him that he probably should take a shower, but that could always wait until later. After all, they didn't have any real plans for the day.
Penelope Sanchez, or Penny, as her friends called her, thought that she was a pretty lucky girl. She was a pretty popular indie musician, though not so popular her hipster fans drop her, her parents were willing to support her, and last night, she fucked the VAGABOND's drummer- Lenny Weaver. She didn't realize until the morning after exactly how fucking unlucky she had just become. The half hispanic girl looked groggily to her side, to find a towel-clad Lenny, his dyed blue hair dripping slightly over his naked torso. "Mornin', sleepyhead," said the drummer, to which Penny replied with a groggy groan. What happened? Her head hurt. God last night was great. Wait, where was she? In shock, she asked, "Where am I?"
"My place," said Lenny as he stalked off into his huge walk in closet, as though that was that. Alright, Penny decided, she should take a bath then. As she slipped out of bed, the first thing she noticed was- "These are not my underwear." A faint memory of another girl, a blonde with big breasts, came into her head, though it was hazy and painful to try and remember. Oh right. Fucking booze. She groaned some more as she got up, going to the bathroom- the guy had a fucking nice ass bathroom in his bedroom!- and cleaning herself off. She took what, ten or so minutes?, before walking out, redressed in the same attire she had found herself in- only, she skipped on the bra that she found out was two cup sizes too big for her. A prayer was sent to whatever girl had taken her bra, that she may not die from passing out from lack of air.
Upon leaving the bathroom she came eyes to eyes with a still half-dressed Lenny, leaned forward and vigorously wiping his head with a towel. He glanced up, making eye contact, and Penny swore that if she was a dude, she would've had a major hard on right then and there. A hard on that would've deflated after he smirked and said, "The other one already took the window route. You're gonna have to take the front door." At first, she didn't understand what it meant. Then... DUH. VAGABOND was a six member band. Of course they'd be here. A flush covered Penny's face neck up as she thought about it, decided maybe she would hide until nighttime again, until Lenny added, "Didn't you say you were meeting with your manager at noon today?" And with that, Penelope grabbed the nearest pants, covered her chest because running without a bra was painful, and bolted.
Lenny watched as Penny awkwardly dashed out the front door, silently wondering how she even knew it was a front door. Admittedly, the girl had paused when she sighted three band members already out, her flushed face turning redder as she made her desperate escape. "You forgot your bra," sang Lenny in a teasing voice as the door slammmed shut beside her, he walking out of his room. Dressed in his usual dark jeans, his top torso was naked spare for the slightly damp towel wrapped around his shoulders. A small grin graced his lips before he noticed Ronan and Jake chilling, to which he nodded and said, "G'morning, loves." He heard Dylan, but didn't see him- or rather, he heard Dylan's guitar- so he assumed the boy was outside being... you know. Dylan.
Dylan stopped playing when he realized that everyone was getting up. He looked into the window behind him and saw a gathering in the living room. He figured he may as well join. The lanky man got up, letting his guitar slip onto his back as he headed in. He made it just in time to see some broad run out the door. Poor girl. No one around here was new to seeing strangers around the house; some stayed a while, some didn't. Personally, Dylan wasn't the love 'em and leave 'em type. He would strike up a relationship with some guy, it would last for two or three months max, and then he'd get dumped. Why? Because the guys that were interested in him thought that they were getting a rich, famous partner who was mentally stable, emotionally profound, and capable of taking care of himself. Instead they got Dylan.
Some breakups hurt more than others, but Dylan didn't usually let it get to him. Most of the time, he only dated those guys because he was a sucker who couldn't figure out how to turn someone down.
The first thing that caught his attention when he walked in the door was a shirtless Lenny standing in the middle of the room. Of fucking course that was the first thing he saw. Lenny was a nice looking dude. Dylan couldn't deny being fond of the thought of them together, but Len was always with someone else. Like, every day of the week. Dylan wasn't a complete idiot; he knew that type. It was the type that used what they had to get what they wanted, and was never denied. Dylan, on the other hand, was the type that tried to tied knots in cherry stems and ended up choking on them instead.
Dylan slunk over to the couch and flopped down on it lazily. He frowned and ran a hand through his shaggy hair. "Man, I got a wicked bad headache." That 'wicked bad' headache was probably from not eating real food for two days straight. Dylan had downed a couple nutrition shakes and called it a day. The only reason they bought those stupid shakes was so he wouldn't completely wither up and die. He was just never in the mood to eat. His medication, Zoloft or whatever the fuck it was called, made him lose his appetite. Along with a whole other list of unpleasant side effects. However, if he went without it, the guy went either completely nuts, or went into a depression.
Silus' fingers hovered over the ivory keys of his piano. He would miss this thing, he really would, but such are the trials and tribulations of leaving to go on tour with his band. His head was clear at the moment and notes filled his mind. He, unlike others of the band VAGABOND, was purist when it came to alcohol. He drank it to enjoy the taste and flavor and not to get wasted. It was a strange thing to see with the bandmates. They will raise a beer to a cheers, Silus would raise a scotch or wine glass. It was the first time in a long while that the well travelled man had belonged. He smiled slowly as he heard the soft plucking of a guitar. His green eyes moved to the window of his room "Dylan" he said, his low and soft "of course."
His pale fingers jammed against the snow white keys, creating a cacophony of noise sure to wake anyone still sleeping. The long slender fingers rushed lightly over the piano keys, notes falling into each other in quick succession. His hair fell over his eyes and he hunched over the keys, his body swaying ever so slightly with the quick tempo of his music. His music soon overlapped the sound of the guitar. This was another way the raven haired, leather clad man was different from the others. Deep down he was a metal head. Fast tempo, screeching wails and extended instrumental solos were what made his brand of music; Though he was yet to show any of the group his sheet music or the lyrics he had created.
The shirtless man stepped away from the piano and walked out of his room into the house proper. What he found was exactly what he was expecting; Lenny shirtless, Dylan slumped over and looking like a hurt puppy, Ronan and Jake being relatively normal. He grinned and slapped his hand hard across Lenny's ass "heard your latest conquest last night" he clicked his tongue piercing against his teeth, a now trademark gesture that indicated one of two things: Silus was being sarcastic or Silus was angry. In this case it was the first one "when are you going to let me make you moan like that?" A small smile played across his pale lips before he turned and gave another very Silus gesture, a lazy two fingered salute "morning all" he said before looking over everyone "and this is why I don't get pissed ladies and gentlemen" he laughed.
Eventually her fellow band mates began to emerge, and the first to acknowledge her was the pretty one, Jake. Ronan slowly lifted her arm, revealing her tired eyes and upturned eyebrows. Asking about this lovely morning, eh? Ronan sighed and slowly sat up, using her hand to shield her eyes from the lights,
“This morning has been rather… Quiet.” She said in her gruff voice. It was half true; Dylan’s guitar mixed with the normal sounds of the morning weren’t exactly loud, in fact, they were kind of nice. Helped distract her from her headache. That peaceful sound was soon interrupted when the door leading to the master bedroom sprung open and a half-naked woman was seen for a moment and then she was gone the next, replaced by the sight of shirtless Lenny. After he entered the room and greeted them, another person entered; Dylan. The guitar music was now gone, sadly, and now she knew it was about to get a bit chatty. She lowered her head into her hands and released a loud sigh
“Well, it was quie---EHP!” a sudden sound caused her to jump, and she let out a small whine, curling into herself on the love seat to try and rid herself of the loud piano noises. The horrid music soon ceased, and another person entered the room, Silus. Looks like almost everyone was here now, the only one missing was the doting Yuuki. Ronan let out a cry,
“Aaaah~~~ Church bells are ringing in my head.” She sobbed, curling into a tiny ball. Water… Need water. Too hurt to move. ‘Aaah hang overs are the worst, I want to die.’
Hearing the commotion outside, mostly just Silus and Lenny and what sounded like a slap, probably on the ass, Yuuki got up and stretched his muscular back and shoved on his usual orange shirt. Promptly putting away his so-called "Songbook" in his desk drawer, he went out to the kitchen, not before grabbing his wonderful watermelon ice-cream. Walking out, almost fading in the background as he listened to the other members converse in some light chatter, he place his tub of frozen milk on the servery and he went to the frigde, grabbing some bacon, eggs and a bread loaf.
Shoving on his white apron, he the went to heat the oil on the fry pan. The flames gave a small roar, as grabbed what was normally called a spatula from the kitchen draw. Shoving the four pieces of bread into the toaster as he cracked two eggs into the fry pan. The pan sizzled so lightly so Yuuki knew it was cooking well, feeling a sense of satisfaction in his chest, he then got out 6 plates. Each had a color designated to each band member. Jacob was yellow, Lenny was blue, Ronan was red, Silus was black and he was purple. Since the eggs were cooked he placed it two plates.
Doing the same for the next four, he then procceded to cook the bacon, oh the most delectable piece of pork there is out there. Hearing the sizzling again he then grabbed the pieces of cooked bread from the electric aplliance and placed them on the plate. Putting more pieces of bread into the toaster. Then the bacon was cooked to perfection, feeling proud he placed all the bacon evenely to all six plates and turned off the heat. He then went to the fridge amd grabbed the jug of water, since half of the alchohol was pretty much gone. After putting the rest of the toast on the plates he poured water into relatively the same sized cups and placed the food on the servery.
Grabbing his slightly melted ice-cream, he went ahead and called out. "Breakfast is ready, knock yourself out." as he placed another spoonful of creamy heaven into his mouth.
Jake couldn't help but laugh when the girl ran through the living room. It was always funny to see how the girls Lenny hooked up with acted the next morning. The ones that were embarrassed were always the most entertaining. The spectacle was only entertaining for a little bit though, and then he focused on Ronan's words. "Yeah, quiet was a good way to describe it," he said, nodding. He gave Lenny a lazy wave as he walked in. The greeting hadn't really been worth much more than that. Dylan showed up next. It looked like it as shaping up to be a full blown meeting. All they were missing was Silus and Yuuki. They were sure to turn up soon anyways.
"Don't we all?" He said in reply to Dylan. That wasn't totally the truth. After all, Jake himself wasn't feel all that bad. Definitely not a bad headache by any means. He'd had worse from just listening to the others argue before. At the exact moment he was thinking that, a loud, discordant crash came from the piano. That definitely didn't help the moderately manageable headache he did have. Out came Silus a few moments later. Jake chose to just smirk and laugh at the way he greeted Lenny. Not that he blamed him. Lenny was pretty attractive. Of course, Jake always thought himself to be more attractive, but then again he held himselfon a pretty high pedestool and didn't prance around without a shirt on.
Quite possibly the best thing that had happened all morning happened when Yuuki made the, all breakfast. He was great for stuff like that. Jake jumped up, which wasn't the best idea considering it sent a jolt of pain through his head, and hugged Yuuki with one arm, patting his head with the other. "Man, you sure no how to be a good little babysitter." He didn't stay like that long though. Breakfast was simply too tempting to ignore. So, he let go of Yuuki and grabbed his plate, taking a bite of the bacon as he did so.